Chapter 215

Mara Hawthorne stood frozen, her whole body cold, face pale as a ghost. Her eyes flicked to the blood seeping from Ethan Carter’s neck, then to the corner of Cassandra Taylor’s mouth—still stained with red. Her fists clenched tight on instinct. She’d shown up just in time to hear him say, “Cassandra, I think I might like you.” Right then, she just wanted to storm out. But her legs wouldn't move, like she was stuck in place. It was like something was gripping her throat—she couldn’t speak, couldn’t interrupt. All she could do was stand there, blank and helpless. Hearing Cassandra reject him, saying she liked Damien Blackwood, made Mara breathe a little easier… but only for a second. Because then Ethan started explaining himself—telling Cassandra he only ever saw Mara as a sister, that he wouldn’t allow her to like someone else, telling her she could only like him. Then, right in front of everyone, he cornered her and tried to kiss her… He was really into that vixen. Then what about her?